dil kabhi ganda kabhi hai nek banda
dil ka bhrosha kaise koi kare
dil hai kabhi thanda kabhi hai etam bam sa
ye dhamaka kaise koi sahe
dil ki yahi khata hai dil ko nahi pata hai
dil ki yahi khata hai dil ko nahi pata hai
ke dil chata hai kya
nazre milana nazre churana
kahi pe nigahe kahi pe nishna
nazre milana nazre churana
kahi pe nigahe kahi pe nishna

neeyat to dil ki hamesha hi sahi thi
dil ka irada bhi samjho nek tha
phitrat amabra to kya kare bechara
uska ho jaye dil jisko dekhta
din me to dil sataye rato me dil jagaye
din me to dil satave rato me dil jagaye
dil chata hai kya
nazre milana nazre churana
kahi pe nigahe kahi pe nishna
nazre milana nazre churana
kahi pe nigahe kahi pe nishna

aankho me koi hai basa jane
kyu lage ye dil khali
jane na kyu ye dil baja raha
ek hath se tali
hotho se jane kya kaha phir bhi
dil ki bat hai dil me
ye raha tera humsafer kisko
dhunde dil ki mahfil me
jaan hai fasi kaise na hasi aaye hal dil pe
nazre milana nazre churana
kahi pe nigahe kahi pe nishna
nazre milana nazre churana
kahi pe nigahe kahi pe nishna

A heart, a rogue, a saint in fleeting guise,
How can one trust a thing that swiftly flies?
Sometimes a chill, a glacial, quiet space,
Sometimes a bomb, exploding in its place.
How can one bear such fiery, sudden blows?
The heart's great failing, as the heart well knows,
The heart's great failing, lost within the maze,
The heart desires, in these uncertain days.
To meet a gaze, then quickly look away,
A glance that drifts, where other longings play.
To meet a gaze, then quickly look away,
A glance that drifts, where other longings play.

The heart's intent, it seemed, was always true,
Its grand designs, with goodness shining through.
But nature's pull, a force beyond its will,
To whom it turns, that heart will then fulfill.
By day it aches, a constant, restless pain,
By night it wakes, and cannot sleep again,
The heart desires, a truth it cannot name.
To meet a gaze, then quickly look away,
A glance that drifts, where other longings play.
To meet a gaze, then quickly look away,
A glance that drifts, where other longings play.

A presence dwells, within the eyes' deep hold,
Why does this heart feel empty, bleak, and cold?
Why does it clap, with one hand, all alone?
What whispers pass, though lips remain unknown?
The heart's own secret, locked within its core,
This is your love, yet searches evermore.
Life trapped within, how can a smile remain?
To meet a gaze, then quickly look away,
A glance that drifts, where other longings play.
To meet a gaze, then quickly look away,
A glance that drifts, where other longings play.